Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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Fragmented Sunset
The light isn’t good from sunrise to sunset
Or is it?
You can never really tell these days,
A horizon is always full of clouds that colour personal war.
I really miss the smell of the real you.
But I couldn’t even see the trees
for the scent of death on the floor.
Shine, always whispers in your right ear.
And you.
Always forgetting how to speak.
Avoidance is always better than concrete pain.
Where your eyes always hold up our light.
Walls always betray your thoughts.
The echo of tapping fingers in anticipation.
Where nothing is nothing’s own attraction.
If I could only make it rain.
Shine, always whispers in your right ear.
Your head always in fire. You were never strong enough to be.
Emotion and sycophancy.
Where is happiness when fingers are locked in walls?
Madness, confusion and disarray.
I wish I could break them down and shake my fists as a hold your throat.
Justice lost in a single pain.
Just to make you realise what you did to my world and clean up its debris.
But you run away from you and me...
Shine, always whispers in your right ear.
Always whispers in your right ear.
Always whispers a broken light.
Shine.